Two indie kids

Class was a blast

Chris POV
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I walked into class to 1st period. It was language. My favorite. I've always had a thing for language and all. Writing was fun. Back to the point though...so our teacher name was Mrs.Alver. She was some old lady with a cotton ball for hair. The sight was hysterical.

I look around to see if that cute girl Callie was around but sadly she wasn't. I know I sound a bit cheesy but I felt somethin' with her. Like some connecting. I felt a bit alone till Mrs. Cotton interrupted my thoughts,

"Okay class, settle down. Now for this first assignment we will get in partners to talk about ourselves okay? Now find a partner quietly and calmly."

Fuck.

I barely know anyone here and I didn't want to get stuck with dirty ass. So I just looked down than up for a bit, when I noticed this dude walking toward me. He had mop hair just like mine. Although his hair was a lighter. He also wore a black v-neck with jeans and black vans. We looked nearly the same although I wore a white button down with white vans.

"Hey dude, want to be my partner?", he asked. He seemed cool.

"Sure, I'm Chris by the way."

"Cool! I'm Russo, ya new here."

"Yea from Cali."

"Nice dude. Um. Wanna come meet some off my buddies over there?", I looked over to where he pointed which was a this table with two other dudes. One had curly hair that was short. He was a bit tanner than all of us and the other with medium wavy hair. Both had dark hair. Yes! Indie friends!

"Yea!"

We walked over to the guys. Russo introduced me, "Hey, this is Chris and Chris this is Griffin and Cole." So Grif was curly and Cole was wavy. Okay.

"Hey dude what's up!", cole asked.
"Nothin just makin friends." We all laughed in how dumb my answer was, after a long conversation getting to know each other the bell rung.

"Nice meeting you guys see ya around. Gotta get to Band/ choir!" I waved them off. My new friends.

Callie POV
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Dear god! That guy was hot earlier. Damn I am probably not his type though. Ugh. I need a smoke. I ran to the side of school for a smoke. I exhaled the gray smoke out. Along with my sorrows. I have been thinking about smoking weed for once see that this shit is toxic but you never know. My bestie, Roxie does it. Whatever. I feel like this cig just helps me relive my pain. With all the drama with my dad. Then my moms health. To top of my brothers insane mind. Ugh. What happened to better days. It was time for band class and I sure as hell didn't want to be late.

I stepped into class. I felt flawless today after seeing that boy Chris. You could tell he was indie. Oh how sexy he was. I wore a loose Nirvana sweatshirt with black jeans and black vans. I had a beanie on seeing that it was winter still. Continuing my walk in class I had sat in the back. I caught a couple eye rolls from Jessica. She was your typical high school bitch/slut who disliked the weak. I just ignored her when I noticed a mop of hair walk through the door. He turned around and I saw it was Chris! Yes! We caught each other's eyes and he smiled at me. Ugh he is just so irresistible.

"Alright class, I'm Mr.Spectar, you're band teacher. Today I want to see if any of you can play an instrument or sing. Now, who would like to go first." No one said or moved a thing.

"By the end of this class everyone will have gone so I advise you to just get through it so who is first?"

Megan went up first. Now you're high school enthusiast! With an exclamation mark. She went up to sing.

" AND YOURE GONNA HEAR ME ROOAAAR. YEAAAHHAAHAEAHH OHHHH!".....
I wouldn't say she was the best but she wasn't the worst. Okay probably.

" um. Very well Meagan. Now who is next." Mr. Spectar announced.

I look around and noticed a hand in the air. Then looked down. It was Chris.

"U-um Mr.Spectar, I would like to go..."

"Son go ahead."

He walked up to the front of the classroom, turned around and grabbed a acoustic guitar. He moved the mic to him and began to sing,

" I poured my aching heart into a pop song
I couldn't get the hang of poetry
That's not a skirt,girl, that's a sawn-off shotgun
And I can only hope you got it aimed at me..."

I was basically drooling. Who the fuck new he could play and sing so well?!!

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Please excuse the name of this chapter, kno it's lame.This was a long ass chapter hope you liked it! Oh but do look forward for more and better chapters. Ooh I feel so ecstatic abt this chapter! I think I did well

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